Forest loam under warm spring sunshine, new ferns poking up through decaying leaves, maple sap flowing over lichens, mosses and wet stones at the edge of a vernal pool.
"Earth, return to me your pure gifts the towers of silence that rose from the solemnity of their roots: I want to return to being what I have not been, learn to return from such depths that amongst all the things of nature I could live or not live: no matter to be one more stone, the dark stone, the pure stone that is carried by the river."
- Pablo Neruda
Art: Landscape by Peder Mork Monsted, c. 1920s